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get hold of. I wouldn't even know where to start."
Adara looked at him for a moment, then she buried her face in her hands
and began to cry.
"What's the matter?" he asked, alarmed.
"Nothing," she said. "It's not important."
"It is important. Why are you crying?"
"I'd hoped - when I first heard that you were a sorcerer - and then
when you made this flower, I thought you could do anything. I thought that
maybe you might be able to do something for me."
"I'll do anything you ask, Adara. You know that."
"But you can't, Garion. You just said so yourself."
"What was it that you wanted me to do?"
"I thought that perhaps you might be able to make somebody fall in love
with me. Isn't that a foolish idea?"
"Who?" She looked at him with a quiet dignity, her eyes still full of
tears. "It doesn't really matter, does it? You can't do anything about it,
and neither can I. It was just a foolish notion, and I know better now.
Why don't we just forget that I ever said anything?" She rose to her feet.
"Let's go back now. It's not nearly as nice a day as I'd thought, and I'm
starting to get cold."
They remounted and rode in silence back toward the looming walls of the
Stronghold. They did not speak any more. Adara did not wish to talk, and
Garion did not know what to say.
Behind them, forgotten, lay the flower he had created. Protected by the
slope and faintly warmed by the winter sun, the flower that had never
existed before swelled with silent, vegetative ecstasy and bore its fruit.
A tiny seed pod at its heart opened, scattering infinitesimal seeds that
sifted down to the frozen earth through the stalks of winter grass, and
there they lay, awaiting spring.

Chapter Eight
THE ULGO GIRLS had pale skin, white-blond hair and huge, dark eyes.
Princess Ce'Nedra sat in the midst of them like a single red rose in a
garden of lilies. They watched her every move with a sort of gentle
astonishment as if overwhelmed by this vibrant little stranger who had
quite suddenly become the center of their lives. It was not merely her
coloring, though that was astonishing enough. Ulgos by nature were a
serious, reserved people, seldom given to laughter or outward displays of
emotion. Ce'Nedra, however, lived as always on the extreme outside of her
skin. They watched, enthralled, the flicker and play of mood and emotion
across her exquisite little face. They blushed and giggled nervously at
her outrageous and often wicked little jokes. She drew them into
confidences, and each of the dozen or so who had become her constant
companions had at one time or another opened her heart to the little
princess.
There were bad days, of course, days when Ce'Nedra was out of sorts,
impatient, willful, and when she drove the gentle-eyed Ulgo girls from her
with savage vituperation, sending them fleeing in tears from her
unexplained tantrums. Later, though they all resolved after such stormy
outbursts never to go near her again, they would hesitantly return to find